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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.4; font-family: verdana;]Her head grew heavy all of a sudden, and she had to put it back down. "Well, your definition of co-workers, or "partners", as I like to say, is different than mine. Very different." A pause. "And it kind of seems like you were..." Her voice trailed off, but mostly because a yawn was coming on and Oona needed to let it out. And so she did, blinking at Pipit sleepily.
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Ohh I've heard of Hardee's/Carl Jr.'s! Their ads run on TBS, like, all the time. Me, I wish we had a Sonic. But no, all we get is a Dunkin' Donuts, and then another DD like RIGHT DOWN THE STREET. Makes my coworker happy at least because she can get iced teas all the time--so convenient XD

But yeah, I live in Maine--home of the a-holes, idiots, and a few nice people sprinkled in here and there, but amazing beaches, New England's only water/amusement combo park, and awesome trails and wildlife.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.4; font-family: verdana;]Oona's fur bristled at the mention of Cloudtail calling her a snake-heart. Her sadness, which she felt as she passed by, turned into anger. "I am no snake-heart!" she hissed. "Haven't you ever felt like you're in someone's shadow all the time? Well, that's how I feel. Imagine if Pipit were in my shadow. Things would be different then."
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I would be too. There's a KFC/Taco Bell combo restaurant, a Pizza Hut, a Dunkin' Donuts, a McDonald's, a Wendy's, a Dairy Queen (sadly, not the restaurant kind) and a few local restaurants that's within walking distance from my house. There used to be a Burger King too, but it closed down. I forget what's going in there though.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.4; font-family: verdana;]"No, correction: You don't know anything about me. Everyone else does--all they know is that I'm an ex-loner, and that's all they need to know. My past...is classified." She blew off a small chunk of dirt that got on her claws. "And don't try asking about it either. You already know my name is Oona--what, are you gonna judge that too? As soon as Marshstar gets her nine lives, I'm getting it changed. Maybe that'll be a positive thing about myself, hmm? Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to find more herbs. Hopefully, some have grown that we can use." And with that, she quickly headed off. She didn't need to hear...well, this anymore.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.4; font-family: verdana;]Go back to your Twolegs, kittypet. The forest doesn't suit you.

Maybe Ms. O was wrong to send me on this mission. Maybe...she should have sent one of the genius kittens instead.
I'm not smart, fearless, and ready for any challenge after all...!

She stopped, and sighed, then broke.
That was all that was needed to make her cry.

She collapsed in a sobbing heap, her paws over her eyes, her body jerking every once in a while as she tried to catch her breath.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.4; font-family: verdana;]She pinned her ears back. "Well...I guess I overreacted. I should have known better. I was under someone's shadow once...and I never had a partner before." Her heart weighed heavily in her chest as she dragged a paw along the ground. "And besides, I want everyone to stop viewing me as some kittypet--I never was a kittypet. I was an ex-loner. Heck, I pretty much fought Twolegs with my own claws and teeth, espcially those tall hairless ones. Ugh." Of course, she was mentioning the adults--the smaller ones she had no problem with.
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*rolls in*

hhhhhhhheeeeello yeaaaaSSSS I WAS UP TILL THREE IN THE MORNING TRYING TO GET WINDOWS 10 INSTALLED ON MY LAPTOP AND FAILED HORRIBLY
WHATDYA MEAN I HAVEN'T HAD MY COFFEEEEEE AHAHAHA I DON'T NEED NO STINKING CUOFFEEEE
the following was an example of how i should probably get some sleep but can't

Yep
Goochi and Rosario got it XD

Yeah, sure! Who makes?

(Tracking if that's all right!)

Yeah, if you can make, Middy, that'd be great!

And yep, I'll make in a bit!

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.4; font-family: verdana;]Oona had went back to camp after her sobbing fit out in the forest. She had collapsed in her nest in the medicine den in a fit of tears.

After a while the sobs subsided to just jerking. Oona reached her paw out and grabbed some poppy seeds, stuffing them in her mouth, before flopping on her bed. Tears still splashed the forest floor, and Oona's ears were pinned back, but she closed her eyes and waited for the seeds to kick in.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.4; font-family: verdana;]Never mind him--Oona, naturally, was there, speeding past Cloudfoot like a bullet carrying a leaf full of herbs. Not many, granted, but enough. "Here." She would attempt to place some cobwebs on his scratches, his deep gash, and his bite wound. "Don't move." She nabbed a small stick nearby and put it in front of him. "Bite on that if you feel pain." Hopefully, the bleeding would stop soon, so she could put some poultices on the wounds. Taking charge as usual. Good work, Oona. Good work.
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Yeah, sure thing! Who makes?

And here's Oona and Dapplebreeze: https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2411574.new#new

Hi Frosty! and goodbye everyone else because i have to get off until tomorrow or monday lel

Hmm, I'll have to check and see if it's allowed...but I do have a fox character in the extended RP that could cause a ruckus. However, she won't steal kits--rather, she'll try to harm warriors and up (because, Twoleg or animal, she doesn't like neither).

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.4; font-family: verdana;]Oona had been troubled too, by recent events. She never knew one bad action in the Clan could ripple--that wasn't how it was done in her...well, other place. If there were spats, the two arguing sides were supposed to resolve it, and it was their own beef. That was all.

"Howdy-do." came the white she-cat's monotonic greeting, eyeing the fresh-kill pile but not finding the appetite to eat anything. "How's it going, Dapplebreeze?" Her voice was not only monotonic, it sounded strained, tired. It was lucky Oona's fur was still as fluffy-white as ever--heck, it was a miracle.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.4; font-family: verdana;]Oona had no clue where the other fox went--but wherever it was, it seemed like Iceforest was heading off to take care of it. "Be careful, Iceforest--at least...I don't know, take someone with you. You never know with foxes." She gave a visible shudder. One of her Twoleg friends, Olive, got turned into one of those. She wasn't savage, not all the time--but Oona had heard she was plenty powerhungry and was savage then. Maybe too savage.

Clearing the thought away, she focused back to Whitewinter, glancing at Pipitpetal for a brief second. Her expression was neutral, and remained that way as she gazed back at her injured Clanmate. "He's going to be okay, I promise you. Just need to get his wounds patched up." She glanced at the Clanmates still remaining--Dapplebreeze, Pipitpetal, and another Clanmate Oona didn't know yet. And maybe Cloudfoot, if he came back. Her brown gaze darted frantically. "Dapple, please get some catchweed, goldenrod, and some poppy seeds." She figured, if Whitewinter was that important to her, she would at least want him to heal...right? "Pipit, go back to camp and clear out a nest for him." She gave a brief nod to her other Clanmate but her gaze and expression remained neutral.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.4; font-family: verdana;](okay look, i've been in my fair share of ic drama but it's never escalated to this
holy *ing *)

Oona had been...depressed. Her fur was matted, disheveled...at this point she looked more like an elder than a fit, 16-moon-old warrior.

She heard cries--something about Pipitpetal and what he had. Oona, not knowing what exactly he had, kept on walking along.

She passed the yew tree, and that's when she caught his scent. Immediately, her head perked up. Forget her depression for now--she was in full alert mode. She sniffed the ground, scenting Iceforest's and Dapplebreeze's scents mixed in with Pipit's, until the voices got louder and louder. She found a small patch of wild garlic, and decided to roll in it, to mask her scent.

And then, she ducked into a thick bush, easily concealing her body. Part of her face poked out, and from there she could see what Pipitpetal had had.

Yew berries. Deathberries. For ending his life, supposedly.

Oona's breath caught in her throat. Her breathing and heartbeat got more rapid by the second. No...he's not thinking of ending his life...because of me?

I'm not like this. I...I snapped, and now it's led to more chaos in the Clan, and now this...!

If they listened closely, one could almost hear Oona's rapid breaths coming from the nearby bush--but more than that, the bush shook as the she-cat shivered.

Stop, Oona, they'll find you!
I don't care if they find me, Weird Voice in My Head--if Pipit ends his life, it'll end the mission. Ocean's going to have to dispose of Pipit's body and come into Sector 22 or 23, I don't even remember now, and then ThunderClan will think I brought him here-

She stopped shivering. Tears pooled in her eyes, blurring her vision. She clenched her teeth together, and let the tears fall. It was clear to anyone Oona was in the bush.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.4; font-family: verdana;]Oona came racing through the forest--if she hadn't stopped herself just in time, she would have bonked her head into the trunk of the tree.

Immediately she snatched up some cobwebs from a nearby bush and attempted to place them on Spiderlily, soaking up the blood. Breathing heavily, she turned to Dapplebreeze. "Get me some stinging nettle, celandine for her eyes, poppy seeds, and some tormentil." She knew it was a lot to ask, but she figured Dapple could handle it. She just hoped more Clanmates would come along soon. Nearby was a stick, and Oona tried to drag it towards her with her tail. It took a few tries, but luckily it eventually came close enough so she could snatch it up in her jaws and place it in front of Spiderlily. The feline wasn't moving, but in case she came back to consciousness, she would be able to bite the stick.
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